Sunday, September 06, 2009

The guys who run the maze across from us are pretty fun. We share a few quick words during the day when we can, a friendly bit of verbal sparring. This morning one showed off some new plumes in his cavalier hat.

"Nothing says pretentious asshole like an obnoxious collection of plumage".he said, jauntilly adjusting the half a pheasant stapled to his brim.

"Really? I dare say there are a great many things about you that scream pretentious asshole. Those boots for instance ' or your doublet, the effite walking stick you use or perhaps your mug. So many things sir conspire within you to form a kind of macrocosm of assholery!"

The young man was actually left momentarily speachless. He then shook my hand and congratulated me on a job well done. I'm sure later on I will be on the receiving end of one of these rants. This is how we pass the hours sometimes.